***
AUTHOR'S NOTE: By altering the personalities of some of these characters, I know I am taking a grave risk by having their fans get mad at me. I must apologize if your favorite person gets voted out, or acts in some way you don't like. Of course, the Ethan guy won Survivor Africa, even if I wanted Kim to win.
***
CHAPTER FOUR: Emperor Palpatine Gets the Boot!
------Er, hold on… that happened in the last chapter! I'm thinking of a new chapter title…
Ah, here we go!
CHAPTER FOUR: To Outwit, Outplay, and… um, what was that last part? Oh yeah. Outlast!
**
A cloak of uneasiness spread over the Sandburrow camp. After losing the first challenge and one member, a strain of doubt took residence within the ranks of their tribe. Jeft had warned them the previous night to, "Brace yourselves for the aftershocks of these votes." And indeed, those who had fallen, Jacen and Nom Anor, were taking it hard.
Jacen in particular.
After an uneventful breakfast of sticky "rice"-as Jeft had told them it was-cooked by the ever interested-in-culinary-arts, Darth Vader, Jacen could not hold out much longer.
"Okay!" He shouted, getting up from his sport around the bonfire. "Who were those two obnoxious beings wanted me off, huh?"
Silence proceeded, but everyone as now staring at the steaming Jedi. Or boiling. Doesn't matter, unless you were a broccoli who was part Yuuzhan Vong and wanted to die honorably, say…
Oh, wait. This is a Star Wars fic. Not a Return of the Vegetables one. On with the chapter.
Mara spoke, finally breaking the silence. "I sure didn't, she began, turning back to her food, or what passed for it. "I voted for my ol' Pap."
Luke grinned at his wife, who was now struggling with the chewy substance in her mouth. "I voted for the Emperor, as well."
No one else answered. Jacen grunted and sat down, giving up… for now. He'd ask them later.
***
At the Norub home, the unity and celebration the tribe had just experienced the night before had dissolved, and they had there own share of problems.
Jaina and her mother had formed a secret alliance, and an argument had sparked between the more famous characters and the lesser-known ones.
"Bantha fodder, Solo!" Crackled Bob's (or Boba Fett's) mandatory translator. "All I called you was a scene stealing smuggler!"
"Hey, Fett, why don't you just get your backpack out of here and find your own scenes then, huh? You've got the experience anyway, right?" He snapped back.
Jaina was soon into the brawl, as well. "Too bad for you Jabba, that George Lucas made you a pitiful Slimeball!"
"Oh, here comes little-miss-perfect-hotshot-pilot!" Gavin Darklighter shouted back, taking the side of his fellow not-too-famous comrades.
Leia and Borsk Fey'lya, ever the pacifist politicians, tried to settle things.
"Excuse me! We're supposed to be a team here," she pleaded, "We can't win if we're divided!"
"Yes," the Bothan said. "I, for once, agree with Mrs. Solo."
Everyone was silent for a moment until Jaina spoke. "Fine," she growled, "anything for a 'team.'"
Even after those words were spoken, they all knew their team was still divided, and that a rivalry had been born.
***
And so, that's how it went for the next few days. At Sandburrow, Jacen was still hunting down his foes, and Norub's teams had begun to conspire against one another-now with Leia and Fey'lya joining their respective teams.
Finally, the first reward challenge.
As the tribes approached the clearing, they spotted Jeft preparing the challenge.
Taking their places, they had all noticed the host's wide smile. And their stomachs (or whatever was the equivalent of a stomach) churned. "Morning, survivors!"
Low moans and "morning's" were heard.
"Today's menu, is not blood, not bugs, not Bantha fodder."
Sighs escaped from the tribes.
"It would be snakes."
Gasps could now be heard.
He held out a bowl of snake insides. "It's all clean, so don't worry. No venom, so you won't die. It's still a little bloody, too.
"This is a rare 'combo' challenge. You will both win a reward and immunity. Norub, you have one extra member, so you must sit one out."
After selecting Leia to sit out, Jeft took a seat behind a table. Underneath were prepared plates of snake insides.
Jaina and Jacen went first. It took a while for Jacen to stomach the idea of eating something like that, but he did it anyway.
And member after member it went, until only two were left from each team. No one fainted. Yet.
It was Borsk Fey'lya against the mighty Darth Vader.
"Alright, it may depend on this, or we would have to go for a tiebreaker," jeft announced. Fey'lya took his plate, as Vader took of his mask.
"Dad!" Luke shouted. "You'll die!"
"No, don't worry, son," he told his worried offspring. "I brought my asthma breather, see?" He held up the device, then breathed through it.
Jeft nodded. "On you mark, get set, go!"
It took a moment for Borsk to start eating, but as soon as he smelled the rotting meat, he fainted.
"Okay! That's it!" Jeft said. "Sandburrow wins!"
Frustrated cries emerged from the Norub team/s.
A stunned Anakin Skywalker said loudly, "That's not fair! It was tasty, too!"
***
Sandburrow won two large eggs, something Vader planned to scramble in the morning. As for Norub, you might be able to guess who was voted out.
"Last vote." Jeft opened the paper's flap. "Borsk Fey'lya. That leaves us a tie, between Leia and Fey'lya.
"Since this is not the real Survivor, we're just gonna play a short game of rock, paper scissors. I don't want to go through the hassle of asking a bunch of questions!"
And so, Leia and Borsk played a game of chance, just as
politicians are so often used to doing.
Rock, paper, scissors. Paper covers rock. Leia wins.
Reluctantly, the chief of state got up and took his torch and
handed it to Jeft, who smothered the flame.
Facing the rest of Norub, Jeft announced, "That's what you get when you can't stomach a challenge."
That left Fey'lya's team in the minority, too.
He just lost three future voters.
***
AUTHOR'S NOTE: By altering the personalities of some of these characters, I know I am taking a grave risk by having their fans get mad at me. I must apologize if your favorite person gets voted out, or acts in some way you don't like. Of course, the Ethan guy won Survivor Africa, even if I wanted Kim to win.
***
CHAPTER FOUR: Emperor Palpatine Gets the Boot!
------Er, hold on… that happened in the last chapter! I'm thinking of a new chapter title…
Ah, here we go!
CHAPTER FOUR: To Outwit, Outplay, and… um, what was that last part? Oh yeah. Outlast!
**
A cloak of uneasiness spread over the Sandburrow camp. After losing the first challenge and one member, a strain of doubt took residence within the ranks of their tribe. Jeft had warned them the previous night to, "Brace yourselves for the aftershocks of these votes." And indeed, those who had fallen, Jacen and Nom Anor, were taking it hard.
Jacen in particular.
After an uneventful breakfast of sticky "rice"-as Jeft had told them it was-cooked by the ever interested-in-culinary-arts, Darth Vader, Jacen could not hold out much longer.
"Okay!" He shouted, getting up from his sport around the bonfire. "Who were those two obnoxious beings wanted me off, huh?"
Silence proceeded, but everyone as now staring at the steaming Jedi. Or boiling. Doesn't matter, unless you were a broccoli who was part Yuuzhan Vong and wanted to die honorably, say…
Oh, wait. This is a Star Wars fic. Not a Return of the Vegetables one. On with the chapter.
Mara spoke, finally breaking the silence. "I sure didn't, she began, turning back to her food, or what passed for it. "I voted for my ol' Pap."
Luke grinned at his wife, who was now struggling with the chewy substance in her mouth. "I voted for the Emperor, as well."
No one else answered. Jacen grunted and sat down, giving up… for now. He'd ask them later.
***
At the Norub home, the unity and celebration the tribe had just experienced the night before had dissolved, and they had there own share of problems.
Jaina and her mother had formed a secret alliance, and an argument had sparked between the more famous characters and the lesser-known ones.
"Bantha fodder, Solo!" Crackled Bob's (or Boba Fett's) mandatory translator. "All I called you was a scene stealing smuggler!"
"Hey, Fett, why don't you just get your backpack out of here and find your own scenes then, huh? You've got the experience anyway, right?" He snapped back.
Jaina was soon into the brawl, as well. "Too bad for you Jabba, that George Lucas made you a pitiful Slimeball!"
"Oh, here comes little-miss-perfect-hotshot-pilot!" Gavin Darklighter shouted back, taking the side of his fellow not-too-famous comrades.
Leia and Borsk Fey'lya, ever the pacifist politicians, tried to settle things.
"Excuse me! We're supposed to be a team here," she pleaded, "We can't win if we're divided!"
"Yes," the Bothan said. "I, for once, agree with Mrs. Solo."
Everyone was silent for a moment until Jaina spoke. "Fine," she growled, "anything for a 'team.'"
Even after those words were spoken, they all knew their team was still divided, and that a rivalry had been born.
***
And so, that's how it went for the next few days. At Sandburrow, Jacen was still hunting down his foes, and Norub's teams had begun to conspire against one another-now with Leia and Fey'lya joining their respective teams.
Finally, the first reward challenge.
As the tribes approached the clearing, they spotted Jeft preparing the challenge.
Taking their places, they had all noticed the host's wide smile. And their stomachs (or whatever was the equivalent of a stomach) churned. "Morning, survivors!"
Low moans and "morning's" were heard.
"Today's menu, is not blood, not bugs, not Bantha fodder."
Sighs escaped from the tribes.
"It would be snakes."
Gasps could now be heard.
He held out a bowl of snake insides. "It's all clean, so don't worry. No venom, so you won't die. It's still a little bloody, too.
"This is a rare 'combo' challenge. You will both win a reward and immunity. Norub, you have one extra member, so you must sit one out."
After selecting Leia to sit out, Jeft took a seat behind a table. Underneath were prepared plates of snake insides.
Jaina and Jacen went first. It took a while for Jacen to stomach the idea of eating something like that, but he did it anyway.
And member after member it went, until only two were left from each team. No one fainted. Yet.
It was Borsk Fey'lya against the mighty Darth Vader.
"Alright, it may depend on this, or we would have to go for a tiebreaker," jeft announced. Fey'lya took his plate, as Vader took of his mask.
"Dad!" Luke shouted. "You'll die!"
"No, don't worry, son," he told his worried offspring. "I brought my asthma breather, see?" He held up the device, then breathed through it.
Jeft nodded. "On you mark, get set, go!"
It took a moment for Borsk to start eating, but as soon as he smelled the rotting meat, he fainted.
"Okay! That's it!" Jeft said. "Sandburrow wins!"
Frustrated cries emerged from the Norub team/s.
A stunned Anakin Skywalker said loudly, "That's not fair! It was tasty, too!"
***
Sandburrow won two large eggs, something Vader planned to scramble in the morning. As for Norub, you might be able to guess who was voted out.
"Last vote." Jeft opened the paper's flap. "Borsk Fey'lya. That leaves us a tie, between Leia and Fey'lya.
"Since this is not the real Survivor, we're just gonna play a short game of rock, paper scissors. I don't want to go through the hassle of asking a bunch of questions!"
And so, Leia and Borsk played a game of chance, just as
politicians are so often used to doing.
Rock, paper, scissors. Paper covers rock. Leia wins.
Reluctantly, the chief of state got up and took his torch and
handed it to Jeft, who smothered the flame.
Facing the rest of Norub, Jeft announced, "That's what you get when you can't stomach a challenge."
That left Fey'lya's team in the minority, too.
He just lost three future voters.
***